- I sat all night at my desk under the window hunched-
- backed and broken-hearted
- counting, then carefully placing precious tears
- in a silver goblet for your perusal.
- I heard you spent the night at the well
- wildly swinging your bucket down into its depths,
- hoping to bring up the moon.
- what are tears in a chalice
- to the moon careening in your wooden pail,
- carelessly spilling lilac moonbeams out onto the desert floor?
- love is treacherous.
- it should come with a warning.
- how many times have I delicately untied the bow to my bower
- only to find your rapier is just a pen up my sleeve?
- in the arms of the bridegroom
- the bride finds his mother.
- none of us want to leave home.
- we ventured out one day fully expecting to return another.
- but we got lost.
- it is the wise moon
- who pretends to drown in the water.